A rock and roll drabble (outside/inside).
Frankie
Bitch, you were really something.
Skinny as a rail, dancing onstage, the first nose-ring I ever saw. You had the best ass I've ever seen on a human being, and man, you knew how to shake it.
You were also married, to a man I really liked. You had stars in your eyes, stars at your feet, and Bobby around your wedding ring finger.
So hot, so sexy, the rocker's wife. But there were too many nights we had to lie to Bobby when he came into the Old Mill at midnight, knowing all the time who you'd left with.